What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

A few minutes later.

After an awkward period comparable to the Cold War between the US and the Soviet Union, Omia seems to have finally returned to her "McDonald's form".

The little girl wrapped herself up in the blanket like a turtle in its shell; you can imagine how embarrassed she must be.

"I'm sorry... Mr. House, I didn't expect her to come out so suddenly." She poked her head out, whimpering, and asked cautiously, "Waaah... please don't hate me, okay, Mr. House..."

"No, no... How could I hate you for something like that?"

House quickly waved his hand, "You're overthinking it... Rather, I'm glad that Miss Omia is willing to open up to me."

Omia wiped away her tears, looking at House with a pitiful expression like a stray dog ​​that had been taken in: "Really...?"

"Really, really."

House smiled broadly, but his mind was in complete turmoil.

Damn it—he couldn't help but wonder if he had already set the wheels of fate in motion.

It seems he has unknowingly followed the prophecy of "Genshin Impact".

If he hadn't shared a room with Omia today, when would he have known her secret?

Damn it... something's getting weirder and weirder.

House's unease grew stronger; he felt like a pawn on a chessboard, manipulated and outmaneuvered. The crucial point was that he was powerless to resist.

Back then, Genshin Impact said that if we paid more attention to Omiya, good things would happen... but where are the good things now? Is the fact that Omiya can satisfy two different XP needs at the same time a good thing? Or is it the fact that she generously showed off her snow-white skin in bed just now a good thing?

"Oh, by the way, Mr. House, I have another question I'd like to ask you..."

Omia threw back the covers and crawled out. House waved his hand, indicating that she should speak if she wanted to. And the girl's next words were indeed astonishing:

"Mr. House...you're actually a hero, aren't you?"

"...?"

House's vision went black, and his body slumped backward uncontrollably. As if he had given up on life, he lay back in his wheelchair, his neck hunched, his hands clasped together.

"I...sigh..."

"You know what, Omia? I think my first reaction to you telling me this should be surprise. But I'm too exhausted to be surprised. If what I'm experiencing right now were a web novel, then the author must be an idiot."

"I've been here for so many days, and almost everyone I meet is telling me how monstrous and deserving of death the hero is, but no one can open their mouth to tell me what the hell the hero did... This kind of brain-dead information gap will eventually result in all the readers leaving and the work flopping. It's fucking ridiculous."

He shrugged and smiled with relief.

"So whatever, really, following the script... Omia, are you going to kill me or torture me? Or do you have some blood feud with the hero? Bring it on, I'm not dodging anymore."

House wasn't particularly surprised that Omia had figured out he was a time traveler. Honestly, anyone around you would probably notice to some extent, right?

After all, he keeps spouting jokes that are hard to understand, and the premise of riding a wheelchair and wreaking havoc is quite unique.

Damn, thinking about it carefully, I seem to be exuding an aura of eccentricity.

It would be strange if others didn't notice!

But perceiving is one thing, exposing is another.

House now realizes that this is indeed the case:

"Omia, why didn't you choose to go with those paladins back then?"

Indeed, thinking about it that way, Omia doesn't seem to have any reason to follow the two of them at all. If she and Kiaran both have their own purposes, then what about Omia's?

Why did she embark on this difficult and arduous journey to the northern continent?

Moreover, why did he and Kiaran simply include him in their journey?

Omia had neither motive nor ambition.

It's really...strange that House only noticed such suspicious behavior now.

But Omia unusually did not answer the question.

She chose to remain silent.

"Not going to say anything... then let me ask you something else. When did you realize that I was a hero?"

Omia chuckled silently, her expression endearingly naive: "Mr. House, do you want to hear the truth?"

"Could it have been back in Yelo Village...?" House was a little startled.

"But that has to be done before that."

"Huh? Even before that... You! You're not actually in cahoots with that idiot monkey-faced guy, are you?! Could this all be part of his plan? Hey, hey, hey, Omia, don't kid me!"

This really panicked House, but Omia covered her mouth and laughed, denying his guess:

"That's not quite right, Mr. House. I did buy you with real money, and I really don't know Mr. Lupin. I agreed to his deal because I simply wanted to buy a servant to help me make medicine."

At that moment, House felt an unprecedented sense of unease.

Two contradictory shadows seemed to be simultaneously reflected in Omia before my eyes...

House didn't know exactly what the shadow was.

Anyway, he was certain that they were two things that were inherently incompatible and irreconcilable.

It's like a holy angel versus an ugly devil, a noble noble versus a destitute beggar, a master wielding a whip versus a slave being punished... and also the original gods and the Naruto.

In short, this discomfort led House to show great hostility towards Omia for the first time:

"What do you mean by that? And when exactly did you figure that out?!"

"When you asked me to hand you a thick book," Omia smiled like a girlfriend, "Remember? You asked me for a thick book to prop up the corner of the table?"

Houston was struck dumb!

"You said a word back then—'movie theater,' do you remember? When I was little, my dad always said that, like 'people go to the movie theater after they die,' or something like that?"

"I don't understand what it means... but coincidentally, I remember it."

Omia smiled faintly.

That was a smile that didn't feel friendly at all.

And let alone being friendly, that smile gave the impression that even if this girl suddenly lunged at House and killed him, he wouldn't be too surprised.

A pure villain's laugh.

But what about Omia's father?

House remembered hearing her mention it once before, but her reaction at the time was very sad, which made House think that her father had met with some kind of misfortune.

Now it seems...

"So, Omia, your father is also...?"

"Hmm, a time traveler like you, Mr. House."

She gently blew on her bangs; it looked adorable.

—She would be even more adorable if what she said wasn't so chilling.

House sighed regretfully, "I should have known better than to say so much nonsense back then..."

"It's no use. Given your level of吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments), it's only a matter of time before you're exposed. Besides, it's all fate's doing, so why bother trying to avoid it?"

"Fate...is it orchestrated?"

House was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information... He really wished his system could just print out a complete world background story for him so he could read the text directly.

Can you please stop throwing all these random setting terms and pronouns out there?

But this time, Omia seemed to hear what he was thinking. She crawled up to House and patted his head.

"It's alright, Mr. House. I'll explain it to you clearly this time~ Feel free to ask me anything~"

"Really? You know about the hero?"

"It's nothing serious. There have always been many rumors about heroes, it's just that people from the Northern Continent are more sensitive about them. Of course, I don't know everything either, I'm just telling you what I know, Mr. House."

House's eyes darted around... Could this be the so-called good thing that "Genshin Impact" was talking about?

"Then, explain from the beginning what exactly a hero is?"

Omia adjusted her shirt, burying the alluring cleavage into the fabric.

Then she adjusted her glasses, adopting a lecturer's demeanor, and said:

"It's clearly written in the Chronicles of Grayvalan. The first hero was born 1000 years ago. He claimed that he was summoned by the God of Light, Kshilock, whose purpose in summoning him was very simple: to use him to defeat the tyrant [Demon Emperor] Alim."

"The Demon Emperor? Who is that? I only know the Demon God Alduin..."

"There is some connection. Alim is Alduin's son, but he is different from Alduin. Although Alduin possesses immense strength, he doesn't actually harbor much hostility towards humans. As long as humans don't set foot on the Demon Continent, he generally won't take action."

Omia completely relaxed, her movements resembling those of gossiping aunts and uncles in a rural Northeast China.

She threw back the covers, sat cross-legged, patted her knee with one hand, and drew circles with her other hand.

Looking at the other person's carefree demeanor... House broke out in a cold sweat.

It looks like this is another top-of-the-line "S".

Damn it, House couldn't help but worry about how he was going to get along with this fickle girl in the future.

She changes personality every second; even the face-changing act in Sichuan opera can't switch that fast...

"But his son Alim was different. He was a complete warlord. Because of his past deeds, he became a sinner in the annals of human history, forever subject to people's scorn and curses."

House asked, puzzled, "So what did he do? Fight? Was it a really fierce war?"

Omia nodded: "Yes... and not just ordinary ruthlessness. Let me put it this way, the areas with the most human activity are the Southern and Northern Continents, you know?"

"I know, so what?"

"A thousand years ago, the Sea Continent and the Sky Continent were actually called the Western Continent and the Eastern Continent. Both of these continents were human territory."

"It was Alim who slaughtered all the humans on both continents, which led to the renaming of these two continents."

Holy crap... Damn, is this some kind of Napoleon from another world? Others lead armies to conquer nations, and you're leading an army to conquer the entire continent?

BYD, what's with this "Covering the Sky" thing? At worst, you can just beat up Chenhui Valan, right?

"Is he...is he really that awesome?"

At this point, Omia curled her toes and said, "It's no use. Even if you're awesome, you still have to follow the rules of Grayvalan."

"The rules of Grayland... what are those?"

"It's a balance scale, a balance scale." Omia gestured in the air, "Grey Valland is like a giant golden balance scale. Everything in the world has a law of balance, and the weight of each item on the scale is completely different."

She opened her arms wide, spreading her hands out:

"But the most important thing on the scales is not the value of any particular item, but the balance itself. If Alim continues to kill like that, humanity will certainly be in imminent danger, if not extinct. And that would break the balance of Greyland."

Omia brought her outstretched hands together again:

"So, in order to prevent the balance from being broken—a hero appeared."

"A hero has appeared..." Hausto stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So, the appearance of a hero, is it actually the will of the world? Is the birth of us transmigrators essentially the world saving itself?"

Omia closed her eyes and shook her head:

"Well... there's no definitive answer, and you can certainly interpret it that way if you want. But what's undeniable is that the heroes' strength truly surpasses people's imagination..."

"The First Hero destroyed the arrogant Alim in just one year, and drove him back to the Demon Continent along with his millions of demon troops."

"What?! A whole year?!"

"Yes, not even close. This first hero is known to the world as 'Gabriel,' which means 'triumphant' in the ancient papal language."

Gabiai... House suddenly remembered that Chiaran seemed to have mentioned this name to him before!

It seems the person she wants me to meet is this one!

But he was even more puzzled: "Wait, then why are these heroes being scorned? I mean... if every hero possessed this level of strength, then humanity's scorn wouldn't matter at all, right? Why not just say 'I don't eat beef'?"

Omia's expression suddenly turned serious:

"This is what I'm going to talk about next... The reason why heroes are so powerful is because they all possess powerful [divine favor]. But this power will disappear, and the condition for it to disappear is that they 'fulfill people's expectations of them'."

House was speechless: "Expectations?"

"Yes, expectations. I'll explain the First Hero and the Second Hero together with you; you should understand it better that way."

"After Gabiai's death, Greyvalan enjoyed several centuries of peace, but storms always return. In the year 578 of the Ankylosaurus calendar, humanity once again faced its most terrifying enemy: a dragon with wings that blotted out the sun, a silver mouth that spewed flames, and scales that were impervious to blades and spears."

"!!"

Upon hearing this, House seemed to suddenly understand:

"Ah! I know this story! The hero Midil, right! Oh, so he's the second hero??"

"That's right. During the Dragon Wars, he turned enemies into friends with the dragons, led humanity to victory, rebuilt their homes, and established order."

"Not only that, Midil also founded the Paladins and the Crusaders, two long-standing military branches. Unfortunately, times have changed. The Paladins have now established their own faction, and the Crusaders have almost all sided with the nobles of the kingdoms."

But the more House talked, the less he understood: "So, according to you, Midil isn't just not bad, he's a great hero of humanity?"

"That's right, he is a hero. And he was the founder of the Adventurers' Guild, which is why the Adventurers' Guild has a statue of him."

"Wait, speaking of which, I wanted to ask something," House recalled the strange statue from back then, "why is the Midil statue in Yelo village in a wheelchair?"

"There is a story that has been passed down for many years. Legend has it that the Dragon King Angor Sanks did not have wings; he was actually a wingless dragon."

Pteranodon... I'm a wingless bird, you know.

"When Midil sought an alliance, it tested him by saying, 'Look at me, I am a crippled dragon. If you want us dragons to be your allies, must you stand with me through thick and thin?'"

Midil took the mocking words as truth, so he immediately cut off his own legs and has been in a wheelchair ever since.

From then on, Midir, despite being disabled, became close friends with the Dragon King, inseparable from him. However... the truth of the story is actually:

Angor was never a crippled dragon; he merely cast a shaping spell on his wings to make himself appear as one, thus making things difficult for Midil.

But it was Midil's sincere actions that moved him, which is why he was willing to make an exception and form an alliance with humanity.

House fell into deep thought.

"You should have noticed the pattern by now," Omia confidently brought the conversation back on track.

House thought to himself, "I definitely recognized that. Grayland is indeed full of amazing people. I could never even dream of such a ridiculous plot."

However, after hurling his trash talk, House offered his own perspective: "I get it... So, when humanity encounters a colossal crisis that they can't resolve on their own, a hero is born in Grayvalan to help them escape danger? The heroes are actually here to save the world?"

"Yes... at least for the first and second heroes, this rule holds true."

"What does it mean that it holds true for 'the two of them'? And what happens after that?"

"After that, it will be time for the heroes' reputation to turn around..."

Omia rubbed her shoulders: "Like you just said, there's a reason why heroes are born. The first and second times were because humanity faced a huge existential crisis, but the third time... well, it's not like that."

"The third time... what's wrong this time?"

"First of all, how the Third Hero, Topred, came into this world remains a mystery. All we remember is that he first appeared in the year 675 of the Ankylosaurus calendar, which is five years after Midil's death."

House blinked. "Midiel is dead...did he die of natural causes?"

"No, he died to commit suicide with his wife. Everyone knows that Midil loved his wife all his life."

"According to historical records, in the year 670 of the Ankylon calendar, his wife Mary Sue died of a serious illness. Midil was heartbroken and took his own life. His funeral... could be described as grand and magnificent. Almost all the prominent figures in the entire human empire attended his funeral to mourn and commemorate him."

I'm going to commit suicide for love...

It seems my fellow villagers are quite extraordinary...

Gabriel spent a year crushing a demon emperor comparable to a super Napoleon, while Midil was even more monstrous, Cao Guolong, in a wheelchair, and finally transformed into Foygo to accompany his Isuld.

Damn it, even a hero as strong as him can't prevent the death of his lover?

This place has... an aura of fatalism.

Omia shifted her body, and her loose shirt slipped down slightly, revealing a section of her shoulder.

But she was completely oblivious, preoccupied with pinching her toes, and continued:

"However, this is just a minor incident. You must understand that the extreme discrimination and threats that the heroes are facing today are all thanks to this third hero."

"He came without anyone's expectations, and no one knows how he got to Greyvalan."

"But as everyone knows, although they are both heroes, this guy's character and habits are far worse than the previous two... it's like comparing heaven and earth."

"He controlled the people through violence, increased taxes, and vigorously promoted racial discrimination—for example, the idea that people from the Southern Continent were superior to those from the Northern Continent, or that white people were more respected and correct than black people. He also recruited court alchemists, not to make medicine, but to research various addictive inhalants, which I think were called... [drugs]?"

"Those who resist him will be killed by him."

"Those who do not obey him will be killed by him."

"Anyone who dares to speak out will be killed by him."

"At the height of his power... he was in charge of almost the entire Papacy."

Omia's expression was serious, and her tone was heavy:

"House, you're from another world, so you might not understand. Do you know what the Church means in the human culture of Grayland? Almost 70 percent of the people in Grayland have faith, and they believe in all sorts of gods, a multitude of complex and varied ones."

"In order to make 'religious belief' orderly, there is a need for an organization to manage the beliefs of various parties and to impose rules and regulations on them."

"And the Vatican is the institution responsible for managing all kinds of faiths."

"Just think about it. Back then, Topred even controlled such institutions. He was practically all-powerful. Under this bastard's rule, the entire human race was tormented to the point of misery—endless wars, a corrupt and empty royal family, and a hopeless future..."

The girl raised her middle finger at the air and said:

"And this rule lasted for a full twenty-five years. It wasn't until the year 700 of the Kakuryon calendar that everything changed."

House looked both embarrassed and angry.

Wait... is this guy's mother here to take revenge on society?

"No, wait a minute, let me interrupt. After saying so much... why did this Third Hero do all this? Didn't he have any reason?"

Omia chuckled softly: "That's right, no."

She stood up and paced back and forth on the soft bed, her long legs swaying unsettlingly in the pale light.

"According to this bastard's thinking: since I have power, everything should submit to me."

Omia waved her hand helplessly: "You can't understand the logic of this madman. This beast's morality and values ​​are not similar to those of humans at all."

House thought to himself, "I was just joking when I said I wanted to see rivers of blood... but this guy actually did it, really?"

"Holy crap, there's no way to defend this, is there? He's a complete beast, even more of a beast than Griffith!"

"Hmm, so now you understand why the Grayland people hate the hero so much, right?"

"However, as time has passed, three hundred years have gone by, and more than a dozen generations have come and gone, and that hatred has gradually begun to fade."

"Now, the Southern Continent has gradually removed things like 'anti-hero' from children's textbooks, but it's different in the Northern Continent. The Northern Continent, which was affected and discriminated against back then, still hates heroes to the core."

"Even now, if you go to any place in the Northern Continent where humans live, you can almost always see curses and insults directed at the hero."

"That damn beast deserves to die... He caused trouble, and now everyone else has to take the blame." House was furious. "How did that bastard die? Did Grayvalan detect that the Third Hero was up to no good and then summon a Fourth Hero to kill him?"

Omia paused for a moment, then jumped off the bed and began pacing barefoot around the room.

"No, when did I say the Third Hero died?"

"What—huh? They're not...not dead? Then how did humanity get liberated again!?"

"This... is the most incomprehensible aspect of the Third Hero."

"In the year 700 of the Konoha calendar, he suddenly announced that he had had enough fun and was going to abdicate."

"Have you had enough playing???"

"Yeah, it sounds ridiculous, right? But it's true... he really disappeared after that day."

No one knows where he went or whether he is still alive. No one knows why he suddenly spared humanity. Over the years, only his prophecy before his disappearance has kept all of humanity trembling with fear.

"What prophecy is it...?"

"He said at the time: 'Every seventy-five years thereafter, a hero will descend upon this continent, until the ninth hero is born, at which point this world will come to an end.'"

House thought to himself that this was a hasty move; in fact, ten heroes like this could have generated some buzz.

But nonsense as it may be, House smacked his lips:

"Wait a minute... let me do the math. If it's 75 years per hero, it started in the 700th year of the Konoha Ryu Calendar, and now it's the 1000th year... Holy crap! So this is already the seventh hero!?"

Omia had somehow knelt down in front of House's wheelchair, her eyes gleaming with expectation: "Yes! And you are actually the seventh hero! What are your thoughts after hearing that?"

"Think...what should I think?"

"Of course, we'll save the world! We'll save Grayland!"

Omia's earnest and sincere tone carried a strange fervor. She stood up, placed her bare feet on House's thighs, and looked down at him condescendingly:

"Doggy! This is a great mission! As a hero, you can't desert your post! The responsibility of saving Grayland falls on your shoulders."

House's face was stiff and looked as if he had eaten shit.

He stammered as he spoke:

"Me...me?"

Okay... let's put aside all that messy stuff like shirking responsibility for now.

House actually had some thoughts of his own regarding this matter.

First, regarding Omia's statement that she is the Seventh Hero.

This must be wrong.

That monkey-faced man once told himself:

Lenya's deal was to let herself kill seven heroes.

This is really interesting... She wanted to kill seven heroes herself, but now it seems, where did these seven come from?

Gabriel is dead, Midil is dead...

Even assuming the remaining heroes are all alive and just haven't been found, there are only five heroes at most, right? How the hell did I kill seven?

Could it be that the First Hero and the Second Hero were actually cosplaying as the Rock King and faking their deaths? Are they actually still alive?

House frowned.

No... let's think about it for a longer period of time.

If we focus on the "Seventh Hero," then it makes sense why I almost died in prison right after I transmigrated.

The Crusaders also knew that a hero would be born in the year 1000 of the Ankylosaurus calendar, so they were checking them one by one.

But the question House was thinking about was:

Am I really the Seventh Hero?

Honestly, after reading online novels for so many years, what kind of tropes hasn't he seen?

He had even imagined this kind of scenario:

He fought his way to the end and found that he was still one hero short of completing the task. He racked his brains for a long time but still couldn't come up with a solution. Just when he was at his wit's end, Lenya suddenly appeared as the mastermind behind the scenes.

Then, as is classic, this woman will pop open a bottle of champagne halfway through the meal, and sneer at House with a grin:

"Oh dear, humans are so easy to fool! You've fallen into a trap! Hahaha, didn't expect that, did you? Actually, the last hero we need to kill is yourself! Wahahahaha!"

Such things...

Putting aside this clichéd tactic, House himself genuinely didn't think such a thing would happen.

To sum it up, he believes he is not the Seventh Hero at all.

The monkey-faced man had told him that heroes all possess divine oracles.

As a "hero summoned by the Demon King," I do not possess such a "divine oracle."

Otherwise, he probably would already be "ruling the world and roaming freely."

Furthermore, considering the first, second, and third heroes, these three fellow villagers who appeared at different times and for different reasons share only one thing in common:

That is—strength.

As heroes, they all have the script of being overpowered and invincible, while I obviously don't have such good luck. If my seniors are "Shadow-level powerhouses", then I'm probably only a "Shield Hero" at best.

The cheat codes that this system gave him were completely pointless and pure cyber garbage... so in terms of strength, he didn't meet the requirements.

Another point almost convinced him of the fact that the Seventh Hero had been born.

That is—as Luak once told him, the leader of the Monster Alliance, Jevis, was born in the year 977 of the Ankylosaurus calendar.

This is really interesting... Is Kevis a hero or not?

House cannot jump to conclusions.

But considering my brief encounter with him, he is highly suspicious.

House's impression of Keeves was simple and clear: he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Despite being a goblin, his inner self had nothing to do with those greenskins, and even his appearance was completely different; he was simply too suspicious.

And also... it seems that the undead brother Grimm also mentioned before: In the year 675 of the Ankylosaurus calendar, the human empire launched a frenzy known as the "Hunting of the Undead."

But now it seems that year 675 of the Ankylion calendar was the very day that beast, the Third Hero, arrived in Grayvalan!?

If you say there's no connection between them, House wouldn't believe it even if you beat him to death!

"Damn... holy crap..."

House's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrests of his wheelchair. The more he thought about these things, the more he felt as if a layer of fog obscured his vision, making it impossible to see clearly or grasp.

He got Omia to understand one problem, but it turned out that even more troublesome problems sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

Although things had deteriorated to this point, House was not too discouraged.

After all, he has a habit of always thinking about the worst-case scenario.

After all, if you consider the worst-case scenario, you can say without any burden:

"Well, things have already come to this, let's try to look on the bright side, at least it can't get any worse—"

Snapped.

House slammed his palm hard against his forehead:

"Damn... I accidentally let that flag slip again."

In short, House now tacitly accepts that the first and second heroes are not dead, and the seventh hero has already been born, while he himself is the so-called "eighth hero".

But why did he break the "seventy-five-year" pattern?

House didn't know.

He couldn't think of a single clue. If he had to say something, could it be because he was summoned by the Demon King?

But that doesn't seem to make sense... And if it's the 'eighth' hero, then wouldn't the world be doomed if there's only one less hero? Was the third hero just bragging or seriously warning the other humans...? Damn all this messed-up information is making House's head explode!

"Hey, what have you been thinking about all day, all listless?"

Omia angrily kicked his thigh:

"I'm talking to you!"

House was called back by the voice. He saw that Omia was a little angry and was about to apologize when a sly smile suddenly appeared on her tense face.

The girl stretched her arms out high and then fell headfirst into the soft bed behind her.

"Oh dear~ Did what I just said put you under pressure? It's okay~ I was just kidding. I've already chosen you, and whether you save the world or not, I'll stick with you."

These words jolted House into a frenzy. He instantly realized, "Holy crap, wait a minute! Omia, you just said your father was also a time traveler, right?! What rank of hero was he?!"

Omia shook her head and shrugged: "No, my father isn't a hero."

"No, not a hero?" House didn't understand. "But you just said he was a time traveler..."

"Is there some kind of forced connection between time travelers and heroes?"

"Clam?"

Not a hero... but a time traveler?

"Yeah!" House slammed his fist on his thigh, making his hand ache... Why did he assume that transmigrators were necessarily heroes?

If even a "King" level guy like Lenia can summon me, then summoning a transmigrator isn't such an abnormally difficult thing, right?

Omia raised her legs on the bed, stared at the insteps of her feet, and smiled as she said:

"Well, my father is indeed related to the hero. He claims to be a descendant of the Fourth Hero."

House's newly sparked interest was instantly extinguished: "Are you kidding me...?"

Omia innocently shrugged, her adorable expression on full display:

"I didn't. My father has never mentioned anything about his ancestors being the Fourth Hero."

"And my father said he was originally in his twenties, and he was... called..." Omia frowned, twirling her hair as she pondered, "Uh... what's it called again? It's long, big... very dangerous..."

House silently pursed his lips and continued her sentence: "Big shipment."

"Oh! Yes! He was hit and killed by one of these things! Hey? But how did you know, dog?"

"Don't you fucking call me that again!" House roared, then realized there was no point in getting angry with Omia, so he sighed and softened his tone:

"...Because I was also killed by that thing."

House now seriously suspects that Earth's freight company is actually an intermediary for traveling to other worlds.

Summoning magic is actually a series of radio waves that connect them. Once they receive these waves, they will immediately dispatch assassins to cleanly and efficiently kill the person who needs to pass through.

Damn... that's a scary premise.

"Really? What kind of strange unification is this?"

"Uh...that's not important," House interrupted seriously. "Let's get to the point. You just said your father was already in his twenties...what does that mean?"

"This?" Omia spread her hands. "Because he was born as a baby, in the words he told me, you people from another world call this—"

"Soul transference," House continued her sentence.

"Yes, that's right, that's it."

BYD's soul has even transmigrated here... The madness of this other world is still pushing the limits of House's power!

"What information did your father leave you? Did he tell you who your grandparents were?"

Omia gave a forced smile, a smile tinged with bitterness:

"I don't know... As far back as I can remember, the only family I have is my father; and he was only with me for a few years. He disappeared when I was eight or nine years old."

"What I'm telling you now is what he used to tell me every day."

"What nonsense like 'I will do anything to befriend the hero,' 'As long as I do everything I can to climb up to the hero, I can enjoy wealth and glory,' and 'It doesn't matter if I become a slave.'"

Omia revealed an expression of utter disgust, while House seemed to be deep in thought as he looked at her expression.

He probably understood why Omia had always wanted to treat him like a dog.

This is actually her subconscious rebellion against her father...

"Doggy, you should understand me, right? I'm so, so sad. But I never imagined that one day I would actually meet you... a hero from another world."

Suddenly, the girl's expression became more serious. Perhaps she had thought of something, because her languid demeanor vanished. Omia twisted her waist and rolled over on the bed. Then, maintaining this 'four-legged' position, she began to fix her gaze directly on House.

"Hmm..."

Staring into those clear, captivating eyes, House simply couldn't ignore them. His body began to respond to her movements; his heart raced, his blood rushed... Omia slowly dragged herself to his side, then, without a word, the girl cupped his face in one hand:

"I said...didn't you just ask me what my purpose was in getting close to you?"

The girl seemed to have little control over distance; every byte she exhaled created a warm wave of air that washed over House's face...

A certain heat began to spread, and his body trembled involuntarily. House felt unbearably hot all over, except for Omia's palm, which was icy cold... This was bad. If this continued... his body would start to unconsciously rub against that icy hand.

"Actually, I've always scoffed at what my dad says. The more he talks about it, the more I hate heroes. But when I actually met you..."

This usually dazed girl revealed a predator-like smile at this moment. She used her other hand to lift her hair, and her raised jawline looked as sharp as if it had been carved with a knife.

She looked down at House's face, and even though she knew it was an 'S' size, Omia's pure appearance remained unchanged. This contrast was so striking that it was almost impossible to breathe...

"The result is that, no matter which one I choose... I like you the most."

"So I suddenly realized that hanging out with a hero like you isn't so bad after all."

"Hey... if you want, I can control you; if you don't want, I can let you control me."

She leaned down completely, her face almost touching the other person's.

Everything around was quiet. The ambiguous pink light cast swaying shadows on the wall, and the faint sound of wind could be heard outside the window. The folds of the sheets looked like waves... The only thing in the air was each other's warmth.

I can't think about anything else...

"I said... I answered your question, so how about you answer one of mine now?" The girl whispered, her moist lips brushing against House's earlobe.

"Would you... choose me?"

"Be my hero? Or be mine... or let me be yours... either way is fine, right? There's no particular reason, and there's no contract that needs to be signed."

"Sister, I promise you... if you're willing. From now on, I will always be by your side, no matter what our roles or positions are, I will never leave you; but you must also always be honest with me. We will be each other's closest friends, lovers, master and servant... like the eternal covenant made by the devil, indestructible and unbreakable."

Omia tugged at her earlobes, which were bright red, and her lips parted slightly involuntarily: "So... what's your... answer?"

Honestly... is there really anyone in the world who can listen to this and still remain rational? House now felt like he was trapped in a warm spring, completely enveloped.

He was completely unable to calm down; his heart was pounding like a drum, and his blood was boiling in his veins like hot water... House swallowed hard and opened his mouth blankly.

But—Omia didn't seem to want to give him a chance to answer at all.

"I...uh!!"

She kissed him and grabbed his shirt.

Soft lips pressed against mine, with an irresistible force...

House's mind went completely blank... He couldn't think of anything, and could only wait for time to slowly pass second by second. After an unknown amount of time, Omia finally loosened her collar. She wiped her mouth and stepped back, her beautiful face filled with smugness.

"I'm sorry, but... I won't allow you to refuse."